His Purpose
56. Hesitated

Geck, tok, tok.

Mary slightly moved her hand away from the door, then she again knocked hesitantly.

"Koko ..." call Maria, slowly.

He bites his lips when there is no answer. The hallway of Gibran's room looked as quiet as ever. This third floor region was indeed rarely passed by servants. After all, it was already too late for them to wander around.

"I-It's me ..." Maria looked down at her own feet.

"Lake in." There was no long inside.

Maria looked up at the door. His heart beat faster and faster to hear Gibran's heavy voice that somehow had such an effect on him.

Slowly Maria pushed the double door of the luxurious architecture. The masculine fragrance instantly seeped into his nose, making him momentarily glued and almost lulled if only his eyes did not catch Gibran's whereabouts.

The man looked at him, leaning on the head of the bed with his hands holding a book. It looks like Gibran is reading. Is Maria bothering you?

"G ... Koko's busy, huh? Yeah, I'm back."

Maria almost turned around as Gibran made a sound. "What's wrong?" ask the man, clenching the book and keeping it on the nightstand. Her net looked at Maria full.

Maria blinked on the spot, tightly hugging the bottle of wine as well as the two glasses she had previously brought from the kitchen. This caught Gibran's attention. The man was glued for a moment before turning to look at Maria's face.

The woman seemed to be filled with doubt.

"Come here" he said.

Their views meet. For a moment Maria was just staring until she finally approached slowly, then stepped on the edge of the bed, right beside Gibran.

Maria looked down at the bottle and the glass in her hand, then looked up at Gibran who was apparently watching. Maria gulped nervously, she sighed before starting to speak. "I-I don't know who to talk to. I mean, I'm bored and need friends."

"What ... Koko mind accompanying me?"

Gibran's gaze shifted on the wine bottle on Mary's lap. Mary followed the man's line of sight. Suddenly he stuttered again, "Ah, this .. I took it from the bar room," he said. He stared at Gibran. "Sorry ..."

"I didn't ask Koko for permission."

The man did not answer, but his hand took over the bottle, opened the lid easily, then grabbed a glass in Maria's hand and began filling it up to almost half.

It wasn't five seconds that Gibran gave it to him again. Mary was silent for a moment at that, then accepted the glass with a smile. "Thank you."

He began to shake his glass and drink a little, while Gibran filled it for himself. They both drank without a sound.

The man did not say anything, his eyes only looked forward without even once glancing at Maria. In contrast to Maria who watched the man stick from behind a glass.

The dim lighting brings a different warm atmosphere. But somehow Maria actually felt comfortable, as if something like this was supposed to do.

Maria cleared her throat nervously poking the heat in the throat. His heart raged against each other. He secretly questioned the courage that he himself did not know where he came from, nor what his true purpose was.

Maria was just following a wish that was somehow difficult to prevent. Mind fucked. His encounter with Celine was enough to shake his mood. Question after question arises presents another curiosity that is not answered.

Celine, her college friend was here. They used to compete in various things. But, the last few years the woman no longer bothered him.

The question loomed over Maria. Until now, he still thinks about it often.

Maria let out a long sigh, then turned to look at Gibran who was still a henchman in his position sipping wine. A few minutes of silence. Maria could not help but notice Gibran who looked handsome in the light of a sleeping lamp beside them.

His eyes dropped on the sleeping kimono Gibran was wearing tonight. At first glance Maria could see the chest muscles of the man who slightly poked from behind the satin cloth.

Sexy. He understood why women always looked at Gibran in such a way, because Gibran's charm was indeed that strong.

Unlike other Chinese-Indo, Gibran's face tends to be firm with a rigid jawline. His eyes dived sharply like an eagle. Maria is one of those who are often intimidated by her.

Indeed, the presence of the man had always managed to suppress anyone. But not tonight. Either because of the wine she drank, Mary could not resist her own behavior, including her words.

"That time you told me to snare you, right?" suddenly Mary whispered.

Gibran.

"As long as I want you, you'll stay by my side."

"You said I was yours, and you told me to have you."

It was a moment before Mary resumed. "Did Koko seriously say that?"

Mary looked at Gibran. The highlight looks sad accompanied by a circle of water that unexpectedly fell from the corner of the eye. Maria quickly wiped it. He laughed blandly as he looked down at the wine in the glass.

"It's funny, huh?"

"Not even five months have I been cast out, now my heart has been tossed about in another comfort."

Maria smiled wryly, "I am indeed that easy to fall in love with," she said.

"The thing is, there's not a single man who can stand with me. And even though I knew I would eventually be left out, I was still desperate for a relationship."

Maria looked up, her nose flushed with dewy eyes. "Like the others, maybe Koko will also consider me a fool. I was too easily overwhelmed by attention. They say I'm boring. I ..."

"Once I try to improve myself, I always look for where my mistakes lie. All this time, I was trying to be a perfect and good couple. But why ..." Mary crying. "Why did they leave me? Gabriel is not much different. He even ruined our marriage ..."

Gibran still faithfully listened to Mary. Even his eyes could not be seen fixed on the beautiful face that was filled with sadness.

"What ... Would Koko be like that, if I loved Koko?"

Their eyes meet. Mary had no idea what was on Gibran's mind. The man had been silent since. This made Maria more challenged.

Whether the madness of what he was doing, his body leaned in with his face slowly approaching. For a moment Mary seemed hesitant, until she finally put her lips on Gibran's lips.

The man did not react. Almost two minutes both of them were in such a position. Until slowly Maria moved away with disappointment overshadowed the look and eyes.

Maria nodded nervously. "Sorry ..."

Quickly he got up and intended to leave, but Gibran suddenly blocked his hand and pulled it to fall on his lap. Not yet Maria realized what had happened, the hot kiss managed to silence her mouth loudly.